There's a boy,
Sitting in the drowning rain.
Staring blankly,
His eyes full of pain.
...
People tell me never to look,
In his eyes,
Or he'll say:
Look into my eyes,
And never look away.
Don't ever look away...
...
Or you'll die today!
...
In his eyes, he shows,
All the pain,
All the suffering,
I froze.
...
My head split in two,
Silently splicing sweet red sauce,
All over my deathly looking hands,
His mouth gargling with swamp-coloured moss.
...
His eyes stare emptily at me,
Bringing his head closer.
Into my ear, he whispers:
...
It's over.
...
I throw up my lungs,
In a pit so bottomless,
Choking, I collapse,
And lose consciousness.
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